This generation
doomed to destruction
without resurrection
for all the blood
on their hands
worships blank
Each cannot fathom
what it means
to not let one eat
if one does not work
and so they uber
to blank
They chug all the blessings
cancel all the curses
Recline on factory sofas
in air conditioned spaces
while dogs eat the crumbs
of blank
Let's all dream
of colonizing planets
injecting cures for cancers
surviving on impossible burgers
while dropping off kids at daycare
so we can celebrate blank
Our creed is simple
there is only adaption or escape
we evolved from something inhuman
pathogens are always trying to infect us
Science is real, from the big bang to your DNA
Worship blank or this generation is doomed